This is a song about "Rats"

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Trapping with the hood rats

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

And california on that jerk shit

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans